confused like an alpaca
The past few weeks, we’ve been studying Morrison, hooks, Adrienne Rich, and other amazing authors who discuss so much - in their pieces - about language and how we use language.
I think I’ve started antagonizing language. I don’t know why, but I have a natural dislike for anything oppressive. By associating language with a dictatorial connotation, I can no longer use it without feeling horrible. But I have to use it every day. How do I make it something that can empower me? Do I start writing in Mandarin? Do I start writing in the way my parents write, or my grandparents, or my ancestors?
How should I approach language? What on earth is my voice?
----------UPDATE NOVEMBER 22
I figured it out.